It's Just Business

Oh well, Steve thought. He had been apprehensive about a number of things in this interview, but so far nothing had gone disastrously wrong. He waited while Debbie straightened the mat out across the table, and then the two ladies held it steady while he climbed up on top of it. He started to get into position.

"Oh, just a moment, Steve," said Deb. "Before you do any push-ups, do me a favor please and hold still for me for a sec." He obeyed. She picked up his necktie and came around behind his feet. "Steve, would you mind putting your feet together for me?"

He did so, shifting a little bit so as not to pinch his genitals between his thighs. She said, "Okay, good. Now, just to help you out a little, I'm going to do something here."

Steve turned his head as far as he could around, not sure how he should be feeling about this.

"Don't panic, Steve..." she began.

"Don't panic"? Oh, geez, he worried. "What's going on?" he asked.

"Nothing to worry about..." said Deb. She threaded the necktie around his ankles in a figure eight pattern. "What I'm going to do here is just tie your ankles together." He was about to react, but Deb said, "Just let me explain for a second, Steve." She continued tying as she laid this out for him. "Y'see, in the standard push-up, there's a lot of debate on whether feet should be kept together or apart. Most people have a natural tendency to keep them far apart, 'cause it's easier and I'm willing to bet it doesn't strike them as making that much of a difference. What they probably don't know though is, a much more effective workout is actually achieved with the feet together. With your body in a straight line and your limbs all pointing the same way like this, it may be tougher, but your core is going to be strengthened a lot more. Aside from that, remember to always keep your arms and back straight as well."

Wow, really? Traci thought. I didn't know that.

Debbie finished tying his ankles. "There...now..." she rested a palm lightly on his calf. "Again, don't worry about how many, just do them till you can't anymore, and take your time. Don't try to rush."

"Okay," he said. He took a breath, lowered himself and began. Deb and Traci stood on either side of him, examining his body in action. Before long, they were examining him manually once again. He felt a nail run down his spine, and another up the inside of his leg. He started to react.

"Just keep going with your push-ups, Steve," Debbie instructed. "We're just continuing to ascertain your body's performance."

He took her word for it and went on. The long nails made him nervous. They scared him and also excited him a little at the same time. They felt a little like insects crawling on him. Especially feeling multiple ones simultaneously. He had not at first realized just how susceptible he was to them. He'd never thought his body was this sensitive or ticklish before. Debbie'd asked Traci to get them while she was out for just this reason, because she knew long nails drove lots of guys wild. Push-up after push-up, soon a frightening thought occurred to him. He was exposed and extremely defenseless in this position. He couldn't help but be a little scared. Debbie and Traci really could do absolutely anything to him they wanted right now. And he couldn't just jump up and run, because his feet were tied together. He was expecting things to remain professional, but he was also starting to wonder if Debbie was telling him the truth earlier when she grabbed him because she said her hand slipped.

But ten seconds later, he didn't have to wonder anymore. The nails of one of their hands danced from his lower back to his bottom, subtly slid down, and sure enough, he felt one rake the underside of his penis.

He gasped and jumped. "Wha-hey!" he exclaimed.

He heard one of their voices, suddenly sounding darker and lower than before. "Just keep going, Steve."

What was going on here? "But-but-..." he stammered. "You...touched my..."

The terrible question came before he could finish. "How bad do you need this job, Steve?"

He halted in mid-push. "I-...I don't really know if—"

He was cut off. One of the nails went down the sole of his right foot. He broke up in laughter and almost collapsed on the mat.

"Remember what we've been saying, Steve," Debbie advised him. "It's not personal whatsoever. It's just...business."

With that, at the emphasized word "business," she took both of his testicles in her hand and lightly dug her nails into them. Not enough to injure him, just enough to give him a good scare. Steve tightened up. He had to bite his lip to keep from screaming. If only he knew how well-founded his previous apprehensions had been. At this moment they had him right where they wanted him. Had he looked back at Debbie's face, he would have now seen a very evil, wicked smile. Traci was smiling too, but hers was more playful and frisky than evil.

Debbie pressed her nails into his balls a little tighter for a second, and then relented. "Keep going."

A ping of agony stung him. He whispered a forced "ow" and hastily relaunched into the calisthenics.

"There's a good boy," Debbie muttered under her breath. "Actually, Steve, you're kinda getting off easy with this, 'cause if it wasn't too cruel, we'd be pumping your balls and tickling your feet like this after every single one."

Once he was steadily continuing again, the grip on his balls loosened and eventually, Debbie let him go. She slipped her hands around either side of his upper body and brought her fingers from his underarms down to his ribcage, slowly and excruciatingly tickling him. He laughed some more, having to concentrate very hard to keep his balance. They were really testing his endurance. Traci meanwhile was remaining by his feet. The high sensitivity in the bottoms of the feet—only intensified more by the fact that his toes on the mat were stretching out the skin of the soles and made them extra vulnerable—thrilled her inside. It made her feel powerful. And just taking it the view of how they were tied up together, knowing he couldn't move or escape if attacked, made her melt. It was so cute she wanted to eat him up.

Traci wanted to feel the handful of cock herself too, but she figured she'd get a chance at that later. Debbie was sneaking her hands under his ribs, softly rubbing and scratching his belly, and he was giggling...he didn't seem to be that actively doing the push-ups anymore, but they didn't seem to mind so much now either. Traci smiled lovingly at him and smoothed the palms of her hands over his feet, tops and bottoms, toying with him by letting her nails down on the skin as lightly as she could, then back up again. She repeated this pattern as Deb was about to go south on him and rake his crotch again, but it was at this point he decided to stop. He let himself down all the way, and dropped his arms and feet flat on the mat.

Noticing again he was done, the ladies gave him another round of cheers and applause. "WOW," chuckled Debbie, her voice lighter and more friendly again. "Steve, my friend, I've gotta hand it to you, you are a trooper! I half-expected you to just stop after we started poking and prodding at your body like that."

His arms at his sides, Steve turned his head in her direction. "You didn't say anything about any of this on the phone."

"Ohhh," she said sympathetically, caressing him with the top of her hand, "I'm very sorry, Steve, but, let's be honest now, no matter how bad you might have needed this job, if I had told you about it, would you have come?"

He didn't know. He was starting to get a little too tired to think. Deb said, "Okay, I'll be just right back in another minute, guys. Trace, keep him occupied, would you? Something tells me you won't have too much trouble with that."

"Okay!" Traci pranced around the table up to his face and kneeled down by him.

"I'll be right back again, Steve," Debbie said, teasingly stroking his foot, making him giggle again. She opened the door and popped out. When Steve opened his eyes again and noticed Traci's face three inches from his, his eyebrows leapt and he flinched.

Traci crossed her arms on the table and put her head on them next to his, settling in for another good long drink of his masculinity which held such fascination for her. Their noses touched. "You have a gorgeous smile," he heard her say softly. "D'you know that?"

"Um...thanks," he said. "Hey, listen, uh, Traci? Is-...is this still a job interview?"

Debbie reentered a few minutes later, this time with a towel which she draped over the chair Steve was sitting in. She proceeded to dig out the next item they'd be putting to use, four very soft but very durable silk scarves. She sneakily handed two of them to Traci, then untied Steve's feet. Once she'd taken the tie off his ankles, she patted his left one and instructed, "All right, Steve, you can climb down now."

"Whew...thanks," he breathed, making his way down off the table.

"Could you use a bathroom break at all right now?" she asked.

"Uh...I don't think so," he said, putting his feet on the floor.

"All right then, go ahead and sit down."

He noticed the towel laid over the chair, and dropped into it. He lolled his head on the back of the chair and shut his eyes. "Feels good to be able to move my feet again," he said as Debbie and Traci sat down on either side of him.

"Don't get too used to it," Deb advised. With hardly a second lost, they both took an ankle and started wrapping them in the scarves and pinning them—just tightly enough—to the chair legs. Steve popped his eyes open and peered down.

"What, again??" he asked in disbelief. "What is with all the tying me up?"

"Steve, we apologize in advance; we hate having to do this," Debbie told him, "But once having gotten this far through the interview, it would be a real shame to let you become too freaked out by the final segment."

When they finished on his ankles, they put the other two scarves to work tying his wrists down to the armrests.

"Oh, for Heaven's sake," Steve lamented, looking up to the sky as if to pray without the use of his hands, "Can't you just, like, tell me what it is? I don't think anything could freak me out any more right now. Is all this really necessary?"

Once they finished with his wrists, they remained kneeling at his sides. "'Fraid so," said Deb. "Now, Steve, do us a favor, please, and try as hard as you can to get yourself out, so we can make sure we've tied them tight enough."

He did try. First he tried mildly hard, harder, harder still, gradually just harder and harder until finally he had spent too much energy and gave up. "Nope..." he replied. "I can't."

"Excellent," said Debbie. "Now scoot yourself up close to the edge of the seat, Steve. The final interview segment—and after this we'll let you get dressed and go home—but the last installment here...is the, eh...drug test."

A little bemused, Steve asked, "...Well, what's such a big deal about that?"

"Actually, nothing. In fact, you can give that to us in a urine sample a little bit later. Right now, though, first, we're going to do...one more thing."

Pause. "One more thing that I have to be tied up for?" he inquired.

"Yes." Debbie took a breath, then told him, "We're going to take a sperm sample from you right now."

"Wha—?" Steve had to double-check to made sure he'd just heard what he thought he'd heard. "Did you say 'sperm sample?'"

"That's right," Traci chimed in. "And, um..." she paused for a little self-amusement, watching his penis twitch, stroking a finger down the length of it. Touching it herself for the first time felt very nice. "...I'm going to administer the manual activity for you." At which she was actually much more skilled than would be surmised about her. She worked as a nurse trainee, and along with the knowledge she'd accumulated on the subject, one of her hobbies was meeting an attractive man at parties and asking if she could try out her hand skill on him. Needless to say, nary a one had ever declined. And so she had developed quite a handy (pun intended) penchant for performing a manual masturbation on a man.

They were right, Steve thought. He was even more freaked out now. And if he could have, he would have tried to get up and run off somewhere. Where he would run without his clothes, he didn't know, but...oh, it didn't matter. "Uh...I, uh..." he stammered, "I-I really don't think I wanna do that."

The women looked at each other, then back at him. "Sorry, Steve, maybe you didn't understand us completely," elaborated Deb. "You see, we're not asking you if you'd like to give us a sperm sample. It's non-negotiable. There's no choice involved. We're going to take it whether you like it or not. Why do you think we tied you up, after all?"

Traci didn't really want to have to have tied him down to the chair and forced him into this, but at the same time, the sight of him naked in the chair and his wrists and ankles with the scarves around them, holding him in place, was another very pleasing slab of eye candy for her.

Steve whipped his head back and forth at them incredulously. "W-...what the—...y-..." He couldn't find the words he wanted. Eventually, he said, "You're—...that's inSANE! For God's sake, WHY?!"

"Oh, you'll find out," said Debbie, as Traci started petting his penis. He wanted to jerk away, just as a reflex, but as he thought it through, he realized it really wouldn't do any good. He startled struggling against the scarves again. He heard Deb's voice. "Remember, Steve...it's just business."

Traci felt a little bad for him, because she really didn't want to make him uneasy, but she didn't think she could resist giving him her hand-love, either. She caressed his upper arm tranquilly and said, "It's all right, Steve, take it easy. We know how creepy this might seem, but if you just sit back and cooperate, everything'll be fine. It'll be over before you know it. And it won't hurt one bit. In fact, quite the contrary." She smiled her tender smile again, trying to charm him with her eyes.

Steve could not take it easy. "My God, you two are crazy!" he shouted.

Debbie brought another chair around to place right opposite Steve's, two feet from him, as Traci started re-fondling him. "You might feel that way now, Steve, my friend, but I've a feeling your outlook's going to be very different very soon," said Deb.

Steve starting bucking the chair. Still petting him, the sudden jerking movement of the chair caused Traci to almost badly injure him with her nails. She gasped. "My gosh, Steve, please calm down!" she commanded, genuinely scared. "I almost impaled you!"

That managed to settle him down some. He finally obediently sat still. Traci waited a moment, then she carefully began palming his manhood. "Thank you, Steve," she said, quiet and relieved. Steve was still feeling very tense, but it was plain to see that he had no control or say in the situation. They clearly had no intention of letting him go without drawing out his masculine essence, and so he started thinking he would just have to let them. Embarrassed and humiliated as he was, he tried to slow his breathing down. Although it wasn't easy, as his penis was starting to potently harden up again.

Debbie fetched the next necessity from the bags, a bottle of warm, soothing, lubricating skin lotion and handed it to Traci. She applied a fairly liberal dose of it to his cock and began rubbing it up and down and around, covering the entirety. Once it was wholly coated, Traci fastened a firm yet cozy grip on him and started stroking. And before too much longer, the inevitable: the pleasure very slowly began overcoming the discomfort. Before Steve knew it, indeed, his eyesight became hazy. He felt dizzier now with the added tingling sensations being propelled to further and further extents throughout his body. He let himself descend to the back of the chair, dropping his heavy eyelids closed, bringing himself to surrendering his will.

"'Atta boy," said Debbie gingerly as she took her seat right in front of Steve. The girls were right; Steve's attitude was very quickly changing for the more positive. Traci's left hand was flat, palm-down, directly above his penis, cradling its base right between her index finger and thumb. Her right hand was of course handling the main activity, and Steve was starting to feel very secure and comfy and warm in her adept hand. And yet, the following sensation did none less than double the intensity: Deb took his testicles in her hands, tickling them with half her nails and stimulating him further beneath with the rest, scraping over his perineum and as close to his prostate as she could reach. She together with Traci sent him, more quickly than imagined, into an unrestrainable hysteria of hungry passion. Ten minutes ago, he thought these two were, for lack of a better description, sick. Now he was sixty seconds from melting in their hands.

He thought he heard them uttering some words, which he didn't know if were directed to him or to each other, but he was also unable to care. He was actually still wriggling against the scarves holding him in place, but now more in an expression of exploding desire than an attempt to escape. Being a single, unattached man, he masturbated himself sporadically often, when he wasn't pounding the proverbial pavement looking for employment, and this evening had made about three days since his most recent climax. He couldn't remember ever having one solitary woman, let alone two, bestowing such an astonishing and incredible joie de vivre upon him. He never knew a sexual experience could feel this forbiddenly good. He never knew anything could.

He was no longer in control of his movements, emotions or boundaries. His brain was (literally) thoughtlessly flinging lust-loaded expletive fragments through his lips, amid soundless yet audible gasps of ecstasy. His head was rolling about his neck and shoulders as if detached from the rest of his body. Traci was meanwhile reading the signs leading up to his approaching orgasmic zenith, and she eagerly motioned to Debbie. Loath as she was to unhand him, she ran back to the bags. Steve noticed the sudden missing indescribable tingle beneath his balls, and his moans of joy turned momentarily to wheezes of confusion and objection.

"Don't worry, honey, she's coming right back," Traci told him, her wrist starting to delightfully ache. Debbie frantically grabbed what she needed next: a sanitary medical glove, which she pulled onto her right hand. She then—with her gloved right hand—seized the other little gift Traci had brought her: one of two deposit cups in which to collect samples. She dashed back around to her chair, flopped herself down and resumed the ball tickling.

All three hearts in the room were pounding wildly. Well, two of them a bit more wildly than the other one. Heaving breaths shared the air. Traci was feeling a romantic impulse clouding her mind and her heart. She raised herself up higher on her knees. She waited and watched as Debbie adjusted the cup into a suitable position to catch the essence, then turned back to Steve, who was unleashing sweaty groans dripping with testosterone, and it was intoxicating Traci past words. Making sure she could still jerk and tug on him as effectively, she raised herself up to kneeling only on one knee, brought her face up to Steve's, and whispered a steamy "hey..."

Steve blinked rapidly as he turned to her, still panting and caterwauling, trying to focus on her with his vision. When he looked at her, Traci kicked all her inhibitions right through the door, whisper-breathed out three captifying words, "Kiss me, babe"...and ravenously latched onto his lips with hers.